Maybe I was a fool to believe it would last. Happiness is always followed by darkness. Real darkness, not just lack of light. You don't need me anymore, but I need you. I won't make you stay. I won't say one word. Slowly withering away. I can't stay any longer. My time is up. It will be up when I am finished writing my story. This is mine to tell. And, I will scream it and then disappear from here. Goodbye world.
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